Title: Bell Island Iron Sleep Verse 1 Beneath the cliffs where cold winds drive, Bell Island’s mines once came alive. Men went down through iron stone, Into tunnels carved from bone. Lantern light and hammer sound, Echoes deep beneath the ground. Ore carts rolled through darkened seams, Fueling distant factory dreams. Chorus Bell Island, iron sleep, Where the earth still feels you deep. Though the shafts have long gone still, Your story lingers on the hill. Bell Island, rough and true, The rock still remembers you. Verse 2 Then came silence, pumps stood down, Workers left this mining town. Steel was sold and rails grew cold, Leaving stories left untold. Water filled the lowest track, No more turning forward back. Only shadows mark the way, Where the miners earned their day. Chorus Bell Island, iron sleep, Where the earth still feels you deep. Though the shafts have long gone still, Your story lingers on the hill. Bell Island, rough and true, The rock still remembers you. Bridge If you listen through the stone, You might hear the miners’ tone. Pick and drill in fading time, Like a half-forgotten rhyme. Final Chorus Bell Island, dark and wide, With history you cannot hide. Though the lamps no longer burn, The tunnels wait for no return. Bell Island, in the deep, Your memory does not sleep.
